O, FOR that afternoon, that lane Where I picked flowers! Never again Will common wild-flowers look so well, So freshly blush the pimpernel, And modest blue and simple white Stand in the grass to such delight! I picked my flowers for Flora's sake, Happy to have a chance to make A nosegay she might chance to see, And know that it was made by me. I found a baby oak-leaf, too, So I had green, white, red, and blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |